The Care of a Lover
I lay in bed with a sickness from hell,
He did the laundry.
I lay in bed with a sickness from hell,
He did the dishes.
I lay in bed with a sickness from hell,
He vacuumed the carpet.
I lay in bed with a sickness from hell,
He mopped the kitchen.
I lay in bed with a sickness from hell,
He made me tea and brought it up to me with a kiss on the head.
I lay in bed with a sickness from hell,
He wiped down the countertops.
I lay in bed with a sickness from hell,
He went out for to grab me medicine.
I lay in bed with a sickness from hell,
He comes back home with medicine and roses.
I lay in bed with a sickness from hell,
He started a bath for me and got me out of my clothes.
I finished and went to him "why did you do all this" I asked,
Because I love you, he replied.
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